"Enough!" Divyansh's voice rang out, silencing the room. His usual playful demeanor was gone, replaced by rare steel. "What the hell did you expect from her? She's been living with us, laughing with us, trusting us—without knowing we're her family! And now? Now she knows the truth, and it's wrecking her. Can you even imagine what's going through her head? She's not running away because she's a coward—she's running because she's overwhelmed. Cut her some slack!"
His words hit their mark, and a heavy silence fell once more.
Saad finally spoke, his voice low but firm. "Divyansh is right. But that doesn't change the fact that she's out there—alone. And with her medical condition..." He trailed off, his voice tightening. "This isn't just about emotions anymore. Anything could happen to her. And if it does..."
Rajendra's eyes were filled with a desperation none of them had ever seen before. "I just want her back," he said, his voice trembling. "She's my daughter. My princess. I've already lost her once—I can't lose her again. Not now. Not ever."
Everyone sighed, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on them. The room was thick with silence, broken only by the sound of Neha's calm yet probing voice. 
"Saad," she said, her sharp gaze fixed on him, "how did she manage to get out of the hotel? Weren't your guards stationed everywhere?"
Saad's lips curled into a tight smile. "What do you think?" he said, his voice edged with both frustration and admiration. "That girl didn't sneak out—she walked out. She threatened the guards, told them to bring her bike, and left. And my men? They know better than to argue with her when she's like that."
Before anyone could react to Saad's revelation, his phone buzzed sharply, cutting through the tension. He answered quickly, his expression hardening as he listened to the voice on the other end.
Ending the call, he turned to the others, his voice firm. "One of my men found her bike. It's abandoned near the airport."
"What?" Vikram growled, his fists clenching at his sides. "She's trying to leave the city now?"
"We don't know yet," Saad said tersely. "But we're not wasting time. Let's move."
Just as they reached the door, a figure emerged from the shadows, stepping weakly into the mansion. The sound of her footsteps, uneven and hesitant, echoed in the stillness. Everyone froze.
It was Aisha.
Her small frame trembled under the dim light, her head hung low, and her steps faltered as though each one cost her every ounce of strength. Then she raised her face.
The sight shattered them.
Her cheeks were streaked with tears, her eyes swollen and bloodshot, her lips trembling as though words might escape but never form. She looked broken in a way none of them could have prepared for—a fragile shadow of the spirited girl they all knew.
Saad's breath hitched. He whispered hoarsely, "Aisha..."
Her gaze swept over the room, her grey eyes glimmering with raw pain, before settling on Rajendra and his sons. She froze, her lips parting slightly as if to speak, but no words came. Her hands trembled as she rubbed at her face, trying to wipe the tears away in vain. Finally, her voice broke the silence.
"I... I'm sorry..." she choked out. "For running away..."
Divyansh took a hesitant step forward, his voice soft. "Aish, it's okay—"
"No!" she interrupted, her voice shaking. "It's not okay. None of this is okay!"
Her chest heaved as her emotions poured out. "I didn't know what to do. I thought if I left, if I just ran far enough, I'd escape this... this mess in my head. But I couldn't! I went to the airport, and I stood there, and I realized I had nowhere to go! I didn't know where I belong!"